Re: Chat with Michael Reaver
Michael answers his phone with a quick,"'ello," and hears that it is Mittens calling about the "interview," which of course he forgot about.
"Sorry Mittens, it slipped my mind," he said, thinking of when would be good. "I have work in a bit at Caramel Lounge. Why not come by and we can talk during my breaks." He figures his boss wont mind. As an after though he says,"Oh, it is a more upscale place than the bars around here, so I'd say dress up a bit. At least so the bouncer doesn't give you a problem."
He hangs up and finishes getting ready. Grabbing his guitar he puts it gently in its case, then gets dressed. Charcoal grey slacks with a dark blue button down shirt, sleeves rolled up, of course. He heads out and walks down the block to the Caramel Lounge.
The Caramel Lounge is a place where some of the more entitled young adults come at night. At times it is a night club with a dj and terrible rap music, but tonight was Michael's night. A night of piano and guitar music that will have you dancing a slow dance all night. Tonight the lights are down low with candles on each table. The colors are deep reds and blues and many shadows.
Michael stops and talks to the bouncer. "Hey Josh, a lady is stopping by later on to talk to me. Don't give her a hard time and just let her in."
Josh looked indignantly at him and said,"What do I look like? How many ladies do I turn away? Only the freaks that's all."
By freak Michael knew he mean mutants and he narrowed his eyes to glare at Josh. Josh, who was much bigger than him, gulped. "Oh so she is a, ah , different sort of person. Well, i..I... 'll just send her in when she gets here."